And why not a few more, to get everyone in the mood--of LOVE

It is my hope that at least one person will appreciate my work. I have always hoped in this manner...and may someone along the way enjoy.

AUTUMN 1979

Piano.
Piano.
Blues in Chicago.
Love's touches
Travel through the wires.
I and you
one:separate.
Slowly.
Easily.
Piano in Chicago.

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UNTITLED

Fused
In our entireties
Conscious:unconscious
Taken beyond
To survive lonely nights
Together:apart
Melded flesh
Ecstacy consequential.

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OILS

Concerning the passion we have for each other:
We,
The interplay of values
Dark and light,
Brushed across Life's canvas
In quick strokes
Of our individual colors,
Occasionally blended/contrast/
Counterbalanced.
Like tubes,
We've been upon Life's shelf:
Jostled, squeezed, re-priced--
Until we touched
On the same palette
In that evening of color.

I, the blues/Prussian, cobalt, cerulean.
Space white between us.
Your umbres, siennas,
Even cadmiums
Complement me,
Setting us off to read well.
As we caress
I am reminded:

Oils,
When properly mixed,
Can defy the Ages.

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OILS AGAIN

I'm not in the middle
Just in between
Between these layers
Of Monet's marvelous scene.

I can be underwater
Or floating above
In sunlight or shade
Color-strokes of love.

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LATE AT NIGHT

Face to face
Full moon and me
Slow arc across the sky
Kind of like my life.

I rise and I set
As any other
Lonely in night skies
Though surrounded by stars.

Been there/did that.
Shall I now return
To this complex simplicity
Or again become a castaway?

Shall I weep
Or find a lover?
I ask the Moon serene.
There is no answer.

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JUST WAITING

Chimes chime
Passing away the time.

Passing away the time
Listening to wind/songs.

Listening to wind/songs
In between my thoughts.

In between my thoughts
Meandering everywhere.

Meandering everywhere
I want to feel.

I want to feel
Your arm around me.

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